Saturday, November 1, 2008

I Love This!

Greta ran back from the fifth or sixth house and shouted out, "I'm Greta and I'm three and I love this! I love Trick or Treating!"

Candy still is the closest thing to pure joy for her.

Ev and Clem's Aunt Jenny and Uncle Chris sent a box of candy. In it were Pez dispensers and Pez candies. Maybe by confused association with Tic Tacs Greta called the Pez "Lunatics". The four of us were reading in bed and Greta spilled her candy.

"There are lunatics in the bed! I need more lunatics!"

Ev and Clem and I couldn't stop laughing like lunatics. Clem was howling, "She thinks the Pez are lunatics."

"Ok," Greta said grudgingly, "I'll call the lunatics Pegs."

We carved pumpkins at my sister's house and mom came down from Tahoe to Trick or Treat.

Greta was a fairy princess, so in other words, no costume. She told everyone she was the most beautifulest.

Clem was a Nac Mac Feegle. Treat yourself to The Wee Free Men on CD if you haven't already. We are forever grateful to Stefani for turning us on to Terry Pratchett.

As for Evelyn--her Nevermore sign fell apart at Park Day and she didn't get around to making another one. But she still cut a fine figure, even if her Uncle thought her costume was Mainway Novelties' Invisible Pedestrian.

Evelyn's favorite part of The Raven:

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

I was remembering how much fun it was to go to school on Halloween and feeling a little sorry that the kids were missing out on that. But I was told by many moms that kids aren't allowed to wear costumes at school anymore.

1 comment:

Stefaneener said...

It sounds like nonstop fun.

Or as much fun as a household full of Feegles could be. Such joy.

Have fun writing!